Finally, sunshine and a little warmth. Strange how the weather can affect mood. Just like in a short story. Weather is never just weather. Water is never just water. A bird is never just a bird. The concrete thing must not only be itself but something else at the same time. A pattern of signifiers on the surface of the story that hints at the understory, the real story. Can't do this all the time but wonderful when it works. Sat up late last night at the computer checking out other blogs. There are thousands. Left the url of my blog at three. Got a flattering respond this morning about PERSEVERANCE on www.flashfictionnow.blogspot.com. Many more blogs to go. Have to get the word out on Compressionism. Waiting out answers to five story submissions. Need at lease one more acceptance to be credible as an online facilator at a workshop that pays. Always this endless waiting...